COLT
He looks like a cool drink of water
But he's candy-coated misery
He's the devil in disguise
A snake with blue eyes
But he's candy-coated misery
He's the devil in disguise
A snake with blue eyes
"Well, yeah," she returns like it's entirely obvious. One hand even gestures down at herself and then waves about at the ranch around them. "Case in point, I'm with the horses." Her father had wanted a son, so to make peace her mother had offered him a colt instead. She grins though, because it's absurd and she knows it.
She slips in beside him as he moves out to light his cigarette, hip bracing on the rail as she reaches out expectantly for a puff. Not much of a smoker, she could use something about now a bit stronger than conversation and beer, which has been the reasoning the few other times she's pulled on the nicotine. "Oh," she says with a deep stress to the word now that he explains it further. "I'm sorry," and her lips twitch a bit with the restrained effort to maintain something serious. "But that sounds so much worse." She laughs faintly, far too much a woman set in her ways and accustomed to working with a small group she knows well to possibly imagine shmoozing people is anything short of torture. She'd much rather hop on a dick than be making small talk.
"You'll win 'em all over easy though sugar," she sighs with affection, glad to know he found it easy and wouldn't be tucked away in private spaces the entire time. "Yeah," she confirms with a glance towards the pastures. "Some unicorns for the kids to enjoy and any adult that still finds novelty in it. Gonna make 'em all pretty too, flowers and shit in their manes and tails. Might even paint their coats." There's no hiding the quiet delight that enters her voice at the thought, slipping back into girlhood for a moment to decorate all the ponies prettily. "Some of my big boys will help pull certain floats too, I think. Sometimes people ask and then the plan falls through, so we'll see."
She slips in beside him as he moves out to light his cigarette, hip bracing on the rail as she reaches out expectantly for a puff. Not much of a smoker, she could use something about now a bit stronger than conversation and beer, which has been the reasoning the few other times she's pulled on the nicotine. "Oh," she says with a deep stress to the word now that he explains it further. "I'm sorry," and her lips twitch a bit with the restrained effort to maintain something serious. "But that sounds so much worse." She laughs faintly, far too much a woman set in her ways and accustomed to working with a small group she knows well to possibly imagine shmoozing people is anything short of torture. She'd much rather hop on a dick than be making small talk.
"You'll win 'em all over easy though sugar," she sighs with affection, glad to know he found it easy and wouldn't be tucked away in private spaces the entire time. "Yeah," she confirms with a glance towards the pastures. "Some unicorns for the kids to enjoy and any adult that still finds novelty in it. Gonna make 'em all pretty too, flowers and shit in their manes and tails. Might even paint their coats." There's no hiding the quiet delight that enters her voice at the thought, slipping back into girlhood for a moment to decorate all the ponies prettily. "Some of my big boys will help pull certain floats too, I think. Sometimes people ask and then the plan falls through, so we'll see."
He only comes out at night
Gives you feelings that you don't wanna fight
You better run for your life
He's a good time cowboy Casanova
Gives you feelings that you don't wanna fight
You better run for your life
He's a good time cowboy Casanova
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
